Lost and Found . . .
the impressive drunk drives on
eats away at the soul-stained one ahead
and steals her heart away
cartwheeler, card dealer, she's lost control
while stumbling through another man's arms
love must find her a new home
lest her eyes lead her back home to him
Strange, huh?
I don't even remember writing this little piece of prose, but there it was on a half-torn piece of paper in one of my newest and least used sketch books. In my hand writing.
*muse takes the time to ponder and frown*
It's disturbing when you write something and when you rediscover it you can't remember what it was all about or even when you wrote it.